Lyrics Struggle Jennings – Poor Man’s Mansion
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Struggle Jennings:
I met a rich man in his mansion, but he was poor in soul
Said he could feel those demons dancin’ all around his home
He said «Not everything that counts can be counted»
That’s a poor man’s mansion
Jelly Roll:
I would call it quiets walk away from all of them
Watch my kingdom crumblin’ and just laugh at the thought of it
Pick up all them pieces, rebuild it like I’m ?
I hit bottom, then climbed out the hole I had fallen in
Never would have found my way, if I would have followed trends
You can loose your soul a lot faster than the dollar spends
Spin the bottle, kiss the devil
Pay your dues, the debt is settled
If they go next it makes your head bang, it’s heavy metal
It’s a big facade, young peacock spread them feathers
Paint a pleasure, it’s what ever, life is just for playin’ checkers
Wealth is not measured in treasures
Quit treasurin’ your wealth ‘fore you die a lonely death
Make bet
Struggle Jennings:
I met a rich man in his mansion, but he was poor in soul
Said he could feel those demons dancin’ all around his home
He said «Not everything that counts can be counted»
So it don’t always means it counts just ’cause you can count it
That’s a poor man’s mansion
Alright this man will fall several times, but can still find a way
I think about that scripture every time that I’m tryin’ to pray
Games I ain’t tryin’ to play, hard to articulate
Been dreamin’ of demons and burnin’ houses
Burnin’ ounces, stressed, I won’t say a word about it
I met a man who had it all, but he wished he’d let it go
He said he felt to get it all he had to sacrifice his soul
Highs and lows come and go, but the pain is the pain
The pain ain’t easier to change, then he’ll remain the same
I keep havin’ these bad thoughts, stuck in old patterns
Relive the past daily, I can hear my soul shatter
The man told me I must believe in somethin’
And if I don’t the past will catch me, I won’t see it comin’
Why does the heart desire when we’re in need of nothin’?
And all the things we acquire take the freedom from us
That’s real
I met a rich man in his mansion, but he was poor in soul
Said he could feel those demons dancin’ all around his home
He said «Not everything that counts can be counted»
So it don’t always means it counts just ’cause you can count it
That’s a poor man’s mansion
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Jelly Roll – Waylon & Willie III
